Mafia King And His Sex Slave — Two

Amelia's POV

He stood over me like a predator, his eyes dark and unreadable as I continued fucking myself with the buzzing vibrator. My pussy was making obscene, wet sounds, juices leaking down my ass and soaking the sheets beneath me. My body trembled from the overstimulation, but I didn’t dare look away from his face.

He suddenly reached down and snatched the vibrator from my hand, turning it off. The sudden silence felt deafening.

“On your knees,” he ordered.

I quickly moved, getting on all fours on the bed, ass up and face down, presenting myself to him like the trained whore I was. My heart pounded with a mixture of fear and shameful arousal.

He walked to the closet and returned with black leather cuffs and a thick leather belt. He roughly grabbed my wrists and cuffed them tightly behind my back. The leather bit into my skin. Then he pushed my face harder into the mattress and folded my arms uncomfortably.

“Stay just like this,” he growled.

I felt the cool leather of the belt drag across my ass. Without warning, he brought it down hard.

Crack!

I cried out into the mattress as pain exploded across my ass cheek. He didn’t give me time to recover. The belt came down again and again, sharp, vicious strikes that left burning welts on my ass and thighs. Tears stung my eyes, but my pussy only grew wetter, dripping shamelessly down my legs.

“You’re nothing but a hole for me to use,” he said coldly, landing another brutal strike. “Say it.”

“I’m nothing but a hole for you to use, sir,” I sobbed, voice muffled by the sheets.

He tossed the belt aside and grabbed my hips, yanking me back. His fingers dug painfully into my already bruised ass as he spread my cheeks wide, exposing my tight holes completely.

“Look at this sloppy cunt,” he muttered. “Dripping like a desperate bitch in heat.”

He spat directly on my asshole, then rubbed his thick fingers over my soaked pussy, spreading my juices everywhere. Two fingers pushed roughly inside me, stretching me open without mercy. He finger-fucked me hard and fast, making my juices splash obscenely.

I moaned and whimpered, pushing back against his hand despite the pain. My wrists strained against the cuffs behind my back.

He pulled his fingers out and slapped my pussy hard. Once. Twice. Three times. The sharp smacks made me cry out, fresh tears rolling down my face.

He leaned over me, his breath hot against my ear.

“You exist for my pleasure,” he whispered dangerously. “Remember that.”

“Yes, sir,” I gasped.

He stood up again and I heard the sound of his belt buckle. My pussy clenched in anticipation and fear. He freed his massive cock, thick, veiny, and already rock hard. He rubbed the fat head up and down my dripping slit, coating himself in my juices.

I was trembling, aching, terrified, and so fucking turned on.

He gripped my cuffed wrists like handles and pressed the huge head of his cock against my entrance. He pushed forward slowly, stretching my tight pussy open around his thickness. The burn was intense. He was so big, so thick, that it always hurt at first — a deep, delicious pain that made me moan loudly into the mattress.

He sank deeper, inch by inch, forcing my walls to stretch painfully around him until his heavy balls rested against my clit. I was so full. So completely stuffed.

He stayed buried inside me for a long moment, letting me feel every thick inch. Then he pulled back and slammed into me hard.

I screamed.

The brutal thrust made my whole body jolt forward. He didn’t hold back. He started fucking me with deep, punishing strokes, using my cuffed wrists to yank me back onto his cock. The sound of his hips slapping against my bruised ass filled the room, mixed with my broken moans and sobs.

“Take it,” he growled, pounding me harder. “Take every fucking inch like the worthless slut you are.”

Tears streamed down my face as he railed me mercilessly. The pain from the belt marks mixed with the overwhelming fullness of his cock destroying my pussy. I was dripping everywhere, my juices running down my thighs with every brutal thrust.

He fucked me like he hated me. Like he owned me. Like I was nothing but a toy for him to break.

My mind was going blank, lost in the dark pleasure and pain. His dangerous presence surrounded me completely as he continued to wreck my body, his thick cock slamming into me without mercy.

He suddenly slowed down, grinding deep inside me, stirring my insides with his massive length. He leaned over my back, one hand wrapping around my throat from behind.

“We’re just getting started tonight…” his voice was low and terrifying against my ear.